collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
Eyes still shut
Sun gleaming through the curtains
I feel alive
Still drowsing
But I understand
Birds chirping
The morning is already there
No school, no work
Still laying in bed
Eyes open now
What to do?
Getting up
Toilet pulling down my panties
A little wet
Did I dream?
Peeing – it feels good
Relieved
Back to bed
Panties left on the bathroom floor
Smiling
Playing
A good morning
A strange spinning sensation overcame me as I shivered in the gathering dusk. Clutching the edge of the well for support, I sank to the ground as the dizziness threatened to overwhelm me and an odd burning sensation began across my chest. As I glanced down, I noticed in horror that my tiny breasts were growing before my eyes, stretching the fabric of my shirt until the buttons pinged off one by one. Now revealed to the night, my titties were still growing and the nipples hardening in response to the cool air. “Stop, stop…” I whispered, feeling like a fairground freak as they got so big I could no longer see my stomach. The air around me shimmered for a second, and then the burning sensation stopped – along with the growth of my breasts. I stared down at them in awe – huge, perfect round globes, with firm nipples sticking into the air. Fuck! They hurt though, throbbing painfully. Topless, my ripped shirt discarded in the undergrowth, I began to massage them gently to relieve the ache. I wasn’t prepared for how good it felt to rub my titties, and as my fingertips brushed my nipple I let out a moan of pleasure. My pussy twitched in response, and I automatically moved my hand towards my shorts, fumbling to undo the zipper.
**Here in Seattle, a local hooker decided to up her game.** To market her mouth exclusively to the wealthy elite. Having been a minor porn star, she has plenty of marketing material, easily available online, to show exactly what her mouth, hands, vagina, feet and anus can do. She is a practical girl. It was simple math. At $2000 a blowjob, 5 BJs per month, she makes $120,000 per year. Which is more than enough to pay for her new apartment in New York City, and purchase the elegant clothes required by her new social circle. **The ultra-elite, for whom $2000 is pocket change, and easily worth a good blow-up from a skilled and beautiful, young human female.**
Being a sex slave to the ultra-elite requires some brains and acting skills, and a body young enough to be appealing, but experienced enough to demand high prices. (I do wonder if such careers last past 40 or 50 years old.) Our various civilizations have always had a few ambitious girls of this type, willing to get the job done, and live comfortably on the earnings. **Nothing new here, except the level of bat-shit crazy which goes on, in the minds of all the participants.** Consider these facts: In India, $100 US can buy 13 nights in good hotels, or 4 good meals for two. And the pocket change of $2000 of the elite might buy two good paintings from two young and talented artists, who could really use the money for their rent. *Is the end goal of all human existence to rent a new apartment in New York City?*
“You’ve never fucked a student before?” [Str8] [Mf] [Teen] [18] [Schoolgirl] [Teacher/Student] [Age gap] [Risky sex] [Creampie]
You have been with your partner for years, you love him, adore him, and would do anything for him. Before your paths crossed you were a young 20 something that lived life to the fullest. Nights out filled with drinking and men coming and going.
When you meet your partner you fell for him and were happy. Of course there was a few bumps on the road were each person had to give room. You both want to continue the journey to the next point of life. The past few months you checked the test result but were filled with nothing but disappointment. Your partner hasn’t been looking after you or himself to add to the ordeal. He is unfit, smokes drinks and seems to take you for granted. Many times you have addressed these issues for them to fall on deaf ears. You have had enough. You want to be fucked with meaning. You decided to stop sleeping with your partner till he cleans his act up.
[M4F] – Looking to pay someone to do my RP my weird fetishes. I have a lot of weird fantasies I wanna RP over text. Like on reddit or discord. HOping to find someone who can help me on a regular basis so I’ll be small consistent income.
Presented with a beautiful day, Lana thought of walking to the beach. Sitting at the small breakfast table her roommate Nick bought at a garage sale last Wednesday, she took a final pull on the short of her cigarette, and then gently touched it to another.
Lana always had a very feminine way of smoking, even when she lived as a man. Now, Lana’s full lips, shiny with gloss, wrapped around the cork in a way that was unmistakably ladylike. Each long drag from the cigarette, as she was sitting at the table that morning, had her fantasizing about being in a grand hotel bar, living as a high-dollar prostitute. Through the years, she’d daydreamed over and over – about a strong man showing up in that lobby – to take her away.
Lana grew up in a small North Dakota town. Population: six hundred.
When Lana was a young Leonard T. Pinch, her father gave her the name chi-chi because she was so beautiful. Why would a father give his son such a nickname, if not for the fact that his father could see a daughter inside his son? Gerald Pinch, although a rugged man himself, didn’t impose masculinity on his son.
Alice tried to cool her cheeks down as she followed the other naked students into the empty gym, her eyes darting occasionally to her teachers toned ass as he walked to the center of the room.
“Ok everyone, settle down” wilkins called from the front of the class
“Some of you might be aware of tomorrows charity track race.’ He said calmly
So we’ll all be running drills today, everyone find a partner.”
Before alice could even move, wilkins called her name from across the room, her heart beating in double time.
She walked over cautiously, her face stained crimson as she felt the burn between her legs again.
“Would you give me a hand with some equipment please?” He motioned towards the small store cupboard.
Barely managing to squeak out a yes, she followed him inside the small cold room, stealing glances at his semi hard dick when he wasn’t looking at her.
Shutting the door behind him he flicked a switch on the wall, the tiny bulb fizzled then went out leaving the room in near darkness.
Alice’s already hammering heart dropped out of her ass as she reached through the darkness and pulled on the door, the thick wood not budging an inch.
It had been far too long. Too long since she’d been to a party, too long since she’d relaxed. Too long since she’d gotten laid. That last thought brought a blush, but Kristina carefully tempered her expectations. Tonight would be a casual hangout. Just Emma and a few of Emma’s friends. They’d probably just drink and watch TV. Emma had said they’d be watching Mindy’s favorite show, or something. Kristina had never met Mindy, but it didn’t really matter what was on, she just wanted to be around people again.
It had been so long since Kristina had been sociable, it would be a shame to not show off all the pretty new clothes she’d been buying. Totally inappropriate for work and grad school, of course, but now that she had the chance, she was dying to try them all out. A wrapped top that gave her cleavage without needing a bra, a super fun short pleated skirt, and iridescent green leggings. Were they too much? They were probably too much. But what the hell, they were fun. On a whim, she added a lacy black choker. It was probably way overdressing for this, but it was the first time Emma had invited her to Mike’s place. Emma had tried to tell her what to wear, but Kristina didn’t listen very closely. Better to be overdressed, just in case.
Your words floor me. Never before have I felt as much pride in myself as I did when those words came out of your mouth. We locked eyes, in absolute awe of the radiant woman standing in front of me. You pull me close to you, giving me a long, purposeful kiss, breaking me from my trance. Taking my hand and giving it a squeeze, you turn and lead me away, feeling the way ahead of you until we clear the underside of the deck and arrive at the tree line.
Pushing branches out of the way, we head into a grove of trees until we find a small patch of grass. You turn to face me, initially going for a kiss before wrestling my shirt off me and fumbling with my belt and pants. Dropping to your knees, you aggressively slide my pants off, but take your time pulling down my boxers. Inch by inch, you pull them down, gently tugging on the edge of the legs. My hard cock now straining against the elastic band. Through the moonlight, I make out a smirk growing across your face as you look up for approval. I smile and nod.